The difference between war stories and fairy tales is the beginning:
"There I was" or "Once upon a time."
There I was, riding my old Triumph 500 in front of a bunch of picketers outside AFEES on Whislire Blvd. The picketers told me how evil guns are and that the military actually has guns! They hoped that I would get caught up in their hysteria. Because I still had my marbles, I made a point to defy them.
They convinced me to enlist in the Marines. I got good food, surprisingly comfortable lodging, and they put me in the best physical and mental state of my life.
I served one tour in Vietnam and two tours with Operation Plowshare. Whereas hippies and theirt ilk stage useless protests, it falls the duty of trustworthy Marines to haul these city busters to Pantex for de-fit and conversion to nuclear reactor fuel. Most of the weapons my truck crew carried were Soviet naval artillery shells, rated at seventy kilotons to one megaton burst yeild. A few we hauled were much more destructive than I can relate.
Chances are that the current in your computer is provided by those city busters.
The certain fact is that the military matures boys into men, and girls into women. Because the military teaches leadership, we who serve come out leaders and not followers. That is what scares leftist liberals.
